Disclaimer: I own Henrietta, but no one else. oh and the title was taken from Creep, by Radiohead

A/n: first ever story in first person, let's see how this goes. The first bit isn't train of thought, but the rest of it is. Please review, I'd love to know what you think.

"I wish I was special…"

Chapter 1

"Well, I think it sounds interesting."

"Henrietta, don't let your obsession with fantasy overcome your common sense."

"You said it was my decision."

"But it's a bad one."

"Will you let me be the judge of that for once?"

"Don't use that tone with me!"

"I just," I took a deep breath and began in a more submissive tone of voice. "I just want to make my own decision. Please, mom. It's my mistake to make."

"Fine, but if you come back with a stick and start waving it in MY face, you're in for it."

"Okay mother. I promise I won't wave a stick in your face." I barely kept a straight face at that one. Really, I want to go to Hogwarts because it's in England. I want to see if what my friend said was true, that "All British men look either like women or ugly monkeys."

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This is thoroughly overwhelming. Whoops, I suppose I can't use THAT hair dryer anymore. So I'm sitting here, waiting for the lady who was supposed to meet me five hours ago and she finally shows up. Then I of course realize there's a time change.

Wands are not just sticks. They are made of more than just wood. For instance, mine has unicorn hair in it. I'll have to let my mother know when I contact her next. Since she doesn't know about owl post, I suppose that'll be a long time. I giggled and the lady…I mean Professor McGonagall gave me a strange look. I think she thinks I'm a wee bit crazy. Which is quite possible, I guess.

But then, I have no problem being crazy. After all, I'm going to a school for "Witchcraft and Wizardry" and am supposed to conduct myself with the "utmost attention to rules and schoolwork" and nothing else. I asked the Professor about sports and the only sport witchfolk play is Quidditch (which I can't play because I am not a witch). I think they have a lack of creativity. Maybe it's all the secret keeping they do, what with trying to keep us muggles from knowledge of their existence. So why am I going to Hogwarts when I'm clearly not a "witchfolk"? I'll tell you. I'm not sure. Some mumbo-jumbo about diversity and showing fascist wizards and witches that non-magical folk are people too. Stupid really, I'm certainly not going to change their opinion of me. After all, I'm not anyone spectacular. And if they can't understand simple genetics I might go crazy. Seriously, punnet squares, people!

So Mc-G says there's four houses: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. I get that Slytherin's a snake and Ravenclaw's some type of bird. And I can kind of see the Gryffindor lion. But what the HELL is a Hufflepuff? I really don't understand. I might fail my first class ever here. Ha! Wouldn't it be hilarious if I got sorted into Hufflepuff and asked the Head of House (this is so formal it's crazy!) what a Hufflepuff was? I guess I shouldn't. Some people think I have a strange sense of humor.

Mc-G said they conjured up a tennis court for me. Sweet! I'll be servin' it up all by myself! I just asked if they had a marching band for half-times at Quidditch matches. I don't think I should ask any more questions. She looks a bit stressed.

I'm on this train called the Hogwarts Express. I wish the schools back home had their own trains. That would be awesome. I guess I'll take a nap. I still don't know if what my friend said was true…

A/N: -thanks josh!